Full Of It

Wicked has not no name, it doesn't even make a stain.

It cannot even touch your heart, it will not ever vow our start.

Darkness spreads around in pain, yet wicked still just stays in vane.

Pain is what brings truth to heart, heart is what shows light to dark.

The wicked witch has here wicked ways, yet she takes in all here Smokey flames.

Her heart is pure, but far from cure.

Truth be told we have no name, truth be told were all in vane.

Suffer the pain or suffer our life, suffering is why were in so tight.

Taking the fall for what is in might, taking the lives that weren't in our sight.

We where all blind, yet they where in mind.

They staid behind as people drank wine.

Life isn't over, only vane we are over, taking our lives will be all that is sober.

Wicked and cruel we kill mother nature, with all our stains, stuck into our favor.

Cancer is darkness in which takes out our kindness, kindle yet findle with All that has het mingled.

Earth is still here all though we are cruel, we still have a life to be full of our duels.

Reviews

[just Penny]

Powerful words that hack away at our realities. Life sometimes throws far too much suffering our way as we struggle to cope. I like your line "heart is what shows light to dark" - that's a good thought to hold on to. For someone so young, you have a great writing talent emerging ! Penny

[izzybella]

Thanks, I loved writing this❤